This historic book may have numerous typos or missing text. Not indexed. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1922. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... HOLY SATYR Most holy Satyr, like a goat, with horns and hooves to match thy coat of russet brown, I make leaf-circlets and a crown of honey-flowers for thy throat; where the amber petals drip to ivory, I cut and slip each stiffened petal in the rift of carven petal: honey horn has wed the bright virgin petal of the white flower cluster: lip to lip let them whisper, let them lilt, quivering: Most holy Satyr, like a goat, hear this our song, accept our leaves, love-offering, return our hymn; like echo fling a sweet song, answering note for note. LAIS Let her who walks in Paphos take the glass, let Paphos take the mirror and the work of frosted fruit, gold apples set with silver apple-leaf, white leaf of silver wrought with vein of gilt. Let Paphos lift the mirror; let her look into the polished center of the disk. Let Paphos take the mirror: did she press flowerlet of flame-flower to the lustrous white of the white forehead? did the dark veins beat a deeper purple than the wine-deep tint of the dark flower? Did she deck black hair, one evening, with the winter-white flower of the winter-berry? Did she look (reft of her lover) at a face gone white under the chaplet of white virgin-breath? Lais, exultant, tyrannizing Greece, Lais who kept her lovers in the porch, lover on lover waiting (but to creep where the robe brushed the threshold where still sleeps Lais), so she creeps, Lais, to lay her mirror at the feet of her who reigns in Paphos. Lais has left her mirror, for she sees no longer in its depth the Lais' self that laughed exultant, tyrannizing Greece. Lais has left her mirror, for she weeps no longer, finding in its depth a face, but other than dark flame and white feature of perfect marble. Lais has left her mirror (so one wrote) to her who reigns in Pa...
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Untermeyer is a poet, biographer and critic and also America's most creative anthologist. Born in New York City, he failed to graduate high school and taught himself music, art and literature. He became poet in residence at various universities, writer for the Office of War Information, editor of the Armed Services Editions, and, after World War II, editor for a leading record company. He was appointed Consultant in Poetry at the Library of Congress for two years and was sent by the State Department to India, where he represented the United States at cultural conferences.
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